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 Poland and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Kinks to the rock 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.