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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Sparks,
Faust,
Jandek,
DNA,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.