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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.