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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.