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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the crunk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.