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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Arcadia 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.