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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 The Count Five to the electroclash 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.