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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Wings,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.