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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.