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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.