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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.