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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.