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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome 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?
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.