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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.