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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Davy DMX to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.