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 Syria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Colin Newman to the funk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.