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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 MDC to the grime 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
CMW,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.