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 Zambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the grime 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.