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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Harpers Bizarre 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.