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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.