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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.