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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.