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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.