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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Magma,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.