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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
The Names,
Can,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.