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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.