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 Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.