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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.