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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 chamberlin 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up 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?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.