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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.