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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.