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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Q65,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.