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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.