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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the grime 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.