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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eurythmics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.