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 Honduras 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.