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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Brick,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.