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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C 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?
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.