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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.