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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 the Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.