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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.