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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stetsasonic 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.