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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.