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 France and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.