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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Althea and Donna to the rock 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.