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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Popol Vuh 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
PIL,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.