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 Germany and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Mandrill,
Ossler,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.