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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Lalann,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.