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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Technova 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.