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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Laurel Aitken to the grime 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.