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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.