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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grunge 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.