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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 The Seeds to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.