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 Bahrain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 R.M.O. to the grunge 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.