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 Samoa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.