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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.