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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.