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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Can,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.