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 Iceland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.