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 Namibia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.