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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Radiohead to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.