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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yazoo to the techno 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.