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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Vainqueur to the rap 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Urselle,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.