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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the jazz 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.