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 Sudan 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
MC5,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.