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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.