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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Amon Düül to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Black Pus,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.