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 Romania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.