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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Angry Samoans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s 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 Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.