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 India and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.