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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.