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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Joe Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.