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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Silicon Teens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.