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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.