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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Television,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.