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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.