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 Jordan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.