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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Detroit Cobras to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.