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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.