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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Sparks,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.