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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.