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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.