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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
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.