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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.