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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.