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 Vietnam and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Slave,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.