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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
The Kinks,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.