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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Pylon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.