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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.