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 France and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Television,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.