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 Peru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.