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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Wire,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.