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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec 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?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.