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 Palau and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.