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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.