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 Monaco and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mummies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.