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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.