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 Barbados and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Schoolly D to the jazz 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.