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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.