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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Television,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.