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 Ghana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.