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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.