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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Drexciya to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Pylon,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.