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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Faust,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.