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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magazine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.