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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.