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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cluster 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Television,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.