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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.