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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rotary Connection to the grime 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.