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 United States and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.