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 Laos and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.