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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fela Kuti to the punk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.