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 Qatar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Erykah Badu to the disco 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.