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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Nas,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.