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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.