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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.