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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Swans,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.