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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 The Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.