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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Deepchord to the grime 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.