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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.