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 Gabon and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
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 808 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 Peter and Kerry 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Index,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.