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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anakelly to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.