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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Andrew Hill 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.