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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.