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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.