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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pulsallama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.