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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.