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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the jazz 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.