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 Maldives and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.