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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.