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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Roxy Music to the techno 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.