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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the disco 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.