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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mojo Men to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.