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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Skarface,
The Names,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
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Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.