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 Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.