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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.