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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.