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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.