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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.