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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Grey Daturas to the techno 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Nico,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.