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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.