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 Brazil and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.