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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.