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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.