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 Italy 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Massinfluence to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II 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?
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Index,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.