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 Israel and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
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 harpsichord 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 Khruangbin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.