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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.