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 Micronesia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Television,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.