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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 John Holt to the punk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.