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 Iceland and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
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 synthesizer 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 Q65 to the dance 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.