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 Chad and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.