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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.