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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
X-101,
Monks,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.