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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 DNA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
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.