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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Nas,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
JFA,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.