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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.