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 Zambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.