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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Happenings to the disco 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.