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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.