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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.