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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Cale to the disco 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.