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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Index,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.