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 United States and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.