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 Zambia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.