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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.