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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.