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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Magma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.