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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.