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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
The Wake,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.