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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.