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 Belgium and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 The J.B.'s to the grime 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.