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 Israel and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 rhodes 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 The Divine Comedy to the punk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
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.