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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.