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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.