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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.