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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.