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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faraquet to the rap 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.