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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Names to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.