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 Mexico and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Second Layer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Q65,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Television,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.