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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Moby Grape 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.