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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 The Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.