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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Vainqueur to the rap 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.