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 Niger 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lindisfarne to the techno 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.