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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 mellotron 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.