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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
June Days,
UT,
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.