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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Golliwogs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.