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 Syria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.