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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.