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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.