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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.