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 Samoa and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.