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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.