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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the techno 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.