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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Ludus,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
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.