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 Colombia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Japan,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
CMW,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.