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 Madagascar and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Wire,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.