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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.