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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Bill Near to the jazz 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
Magma,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.