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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 The Flesh Eaters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.