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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Archie Shepp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.