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 Pakistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Nas,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.