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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
the Association,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.