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 Spain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joy Division to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.