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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Stiv Bators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.