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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.