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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delta 5 to the funk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.