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 Samoa 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.