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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the rap 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.