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 Slovakia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Smoke 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.