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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.