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 Nepal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Chrome,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.