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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Eric Copeland to the grime 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.