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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
the Association,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.