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 Mauritius and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Icehouse to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
UT,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.