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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Model 500 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.