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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Tubeway Army to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Franke,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.