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 Korea North and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.