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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Aswad to the crunk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.