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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.