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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.