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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.