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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.