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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.