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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Model 500 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.