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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.