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 Palau and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.