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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.