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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the funk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.