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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 David McCallum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.