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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.