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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.