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 Canada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.