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 Belgium and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.