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 Belarus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Zeros to the electroclash 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.