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 Qatar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Chris Corsano to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Neu!,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.