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 Tuvalu and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.