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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Mars to the techno 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Nas,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.