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 Greece and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.