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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Josef K to the funk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.