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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.