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 Thailand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Television,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.