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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the grime 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.