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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Marmalade to the disco 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.