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 Botswana 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.