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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mighty Diamonds to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.