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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the rap 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills 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 Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.