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 Grenada and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.