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 Latvia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.