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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Swans,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.