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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
UT,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.