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 Malta and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 The Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.