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 Nauru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the dance 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.