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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.