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 Madagascar and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 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 Mantronix to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.