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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the rap 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.