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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Monks,
Visage,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.