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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Brick,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.