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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Second Layer to the disco 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
UT,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.