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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
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 spring reverb 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 Cybotron to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Pole,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.