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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.