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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.