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 Belize and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül to the dance 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots 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?
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Technova,
Simply Red,
June Days,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.