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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T. Rex to the jazz 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.