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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra to the dance 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.