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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eli Mardock to the rap 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.