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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.