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 Honduras and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.