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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.