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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Japan,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.