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 Barbados and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.