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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the punk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Unwound,
10cc,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.