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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Tears for Fears to the techno 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Smog,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.