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 Canada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Grauzone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
The Fall,
Slave,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.