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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 L. Decosne to the grime 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.