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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Alison Limerick to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.