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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.