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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.