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 Burkina and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Alison Limerick to the techno 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.