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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.