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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 David McCallum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.