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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Slave,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.