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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 The Fortunes to the funk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.