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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Swans,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.