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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.