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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.