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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.