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 Botswana 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.