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 Philippines and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.