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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Flash Fearless to the grime 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.