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 Belgium and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.