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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Motorama,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.