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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
The Sound,
The Index,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.