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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nils Olav to the punk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.