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 Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 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 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 Invisible to the funk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.