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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Man Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Niagra,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.