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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.