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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.