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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.