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 Guatemala and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Monolake,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.