Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.