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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Flipper,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
UT,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.