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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 The Moleskins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Television,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.