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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.