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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.