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 Serbia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Khruangbin to the rap 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force 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?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.