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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ossler to the funk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.