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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.