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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.