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 Romania and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Brick,
Harmonia,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.