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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.