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 Malawi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
The Selecter,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.