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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.