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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.