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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Tears for Fears to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.