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 Peru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Quando Quango to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.