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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.