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 Hungary and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 Hoover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.