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 New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.