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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Ludus,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.