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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.