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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Slave,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.