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 Iran and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.