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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 KRS-One to the jazz 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.