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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Slave,
cv313,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.