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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.