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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.