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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the rap 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Index,
Urselle,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.