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 Spain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.