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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.