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 Belarus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick May to the disco 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.