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 Syria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.