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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.