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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.