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 France and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Slave to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
PIL,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.