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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
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 Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the rock 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.