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 Greece 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Slave,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.