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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.