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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.