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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.