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 Benin and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.