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 Zambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
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.