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 Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.