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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.