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 Guinea and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.