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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
The Motions,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.