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 East Timor and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
The Index,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.