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 Liberia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 The Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.