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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 K-Klass to the crunk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.