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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.