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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Organ,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.