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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.