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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Nas,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.