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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Alison Limerick to the punk 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.