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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Starr 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Crime,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.