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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 mellotron 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.