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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.