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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.