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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Guru Guru to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Gong,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.