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 Belarus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.