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 Senegal and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 the Swans to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
The Index,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.