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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.