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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 The Red Krayola to the rock 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
the Association,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.