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 Albania and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.