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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.