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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q and Not U to the grime 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.