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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Japan,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.