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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.