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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 Halifax and Accra.
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 808 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 Sandy B to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
UT,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.