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 Argentina and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.