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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.