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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.