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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.