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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.