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 Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Skarface to the rap 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.