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 Mongolia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Newcleus to the crunk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.