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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Technova,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.