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 Switzerland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.