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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Motions to the punk 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
DNA,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.