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 Barbados and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pierre Henry to the rap 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.