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 Peru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.