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 Romania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.