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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.