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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
John Holt,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.