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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.