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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Angry Samoans to the funk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Nas,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.