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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Camouflage 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.