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 Nigeria and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gang of Four to the rap 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.