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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.