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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Avey Tare to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.