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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Maleditus Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
New Order,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.