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 Congo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Malaria! to the rap 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.