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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Warren Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.