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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 arpeggiator 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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Swans,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.