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 India and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Martian to the techno 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.