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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Khruangbin 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.