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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 China Crisis to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.