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 Korea North and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.