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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.