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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.