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 Gabon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.