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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.