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 Iraq and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 Dark Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
X-102,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.