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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Smog,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.