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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
The Busters,
ABC,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.