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 Togo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.