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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Five Americans to the jazz 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.