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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Flesh Eaters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.