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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.