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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 The Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.