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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
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 organ 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.