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 Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.