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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Make Up,
Visage,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.