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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.