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 Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.