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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Martian to the crunk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Can,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.