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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
The Index,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.