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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.