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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Black Bananas to the rock 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.