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 Poland 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Livin' Joy to the techno 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Swans,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.