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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.