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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.