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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.