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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Wings,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.