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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
10cc,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.