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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
X-102,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.