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 Lithuania and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
The Index,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.