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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Visage,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.