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 Croatia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
UT,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.