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 Tonga and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Pierre Henry to the grime 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.