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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s 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 Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
X-101,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.