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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Procol Harum to the rock 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.