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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.