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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tomorrow to the dance 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Echospace,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.