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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.