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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.