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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Oblivians 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.