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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Warren Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.