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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant 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?
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.