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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
PIL,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.