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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the grime 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.