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 Botswana 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
The Move,
Japan,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.