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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Monks,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.