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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Babytalk to the techno 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
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.