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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
ABC,
Slave,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.