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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.