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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.