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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Soft Cell 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.