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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Bronski Beat to the rap 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
UT,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.