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 Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 The Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.