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 Malta and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Angels of Light to the crunk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.