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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.