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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 10cc to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.