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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.