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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.