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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.