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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.