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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.