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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.