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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.