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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.