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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 KRS-One to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Symarip,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.