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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
New Order,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.