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 Sudan 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.