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 Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Human League to the techno 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
MDC,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.