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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.