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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the grunge 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
MDC,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.