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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.