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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.