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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the rock 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.