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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 clarinet 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Magma,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.