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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Mummies to the dance 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
The Index,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.