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 Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faraquet to the grime 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
New Order,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.