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 Romania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Skriet,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Oneida,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.