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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Ponytail to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.