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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Y Pants to the techno 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.