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 Libya and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gladiators to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.