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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.