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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Davy DMX to the funk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.