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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.