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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Move to the electroclash 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
The Busters,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.