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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
AZ,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.