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 Cuba and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
New Order,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.