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 Jordan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Monks to the jazz 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad 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?
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Monolake,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.