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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.