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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Neu! to the rap 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.