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 Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.