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 Burundi 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.