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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.