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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.