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 Haiti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.