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 Greece and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 The Star Department to the techno 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.