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 Iraq and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.