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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.