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 Iceland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.