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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Little Man to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.