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 Nepal and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Godley & Creme to the punk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.