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 Armenia and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.