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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.