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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the techno 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.