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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord 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 Harmonia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
UT,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.