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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Magma,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.