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 Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 R.M.O. to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.