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 Burundi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.