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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.