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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.