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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 David Bowie to the rap 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.