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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Nico,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.