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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Ludus,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.