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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.