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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.