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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.