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 Portugal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nils Olav to the jazz 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.